CHAPTER 111: KEEP OUT

SERAPHINA’S POV

I'm in an ethereal world of books, stacked into an impossible number of shelves arranged in columns that go on until what looks like infinity.

The inside itself is wider than my eyes can depict, with walls taller than twice of Raven Wood High stacked on top of itself.

The air even smells different— that addictive woody smell that comes from the pages of the millions of books stored in here.

It's all so beautiful and marvelous, a book lover's heaven. Olivia would faint more than once if she could see this right now.

I slowly walk between shelves, running my hands across the dark brown, sturdy wood that holds the books, feeling its smooth lamination.

Every corner is perfectly labeled, so whoever is in here can easily find what they need. Whoever maintains a place like this definitely knows what they're doing.

I stop, curious, at an aisle and reach for a first edition book on "The Technicalities of Wolf Shifting." I have no interest in it, but the vibe in the room pro